“Die!--Gleeson Hedge”

“I should've blown more stuff up." -Coach Gleeson Hedge”

“Percy looked at Coach Hedge and Frank. “A trap?”“Probably,” Frank said. “She’s not mortal,” Hedge said, sniffing the air. “Probably some kind of goat-eating, demigod-destroying fiend from Tartarus.”“No doubt,” Percy agreed. “Awesome.” Hedge grinned. “Let’s go.”

“Waitress!" Hedge called. "Six double espressos, and whatever these guys want. Put it on the girl's tab.”

“Before Keto could notice, Hedge pointed towards the top of the amphitheater. It looked like he might be screaming, Gods of Olympus, what is that?Keto turned. Coach Hedge promptly took off his fake foot and ninja-kicked her in the back of the head with his goat hoof.”

“Coach Hedge grumbled as he tended their wounds. “How come I never get invited on these violent trips?”

“Great," Percy said. "Seven of us against Hercules.""And a satyr!" Hedge added. "We can take him.”